Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
Sentinel Marked as if you own me I bow before the Bitterroots and just like you my rocky soil, my withered grass lays prey to the empty sky. © Kåre Enga 2007 "Sentinel" Reader's Choice of Poems: "Sentinel" "Where grows the compost heap" "Waterlily" "Speak soft my name" "Wheat penny" Reader's Choice of blog entries from my old blog "L'aura del Campo" : "Death of Jeannie New Moon" "Doing and don'ting. A scene in 2nd person." "When is it proper to tell someone you love them?" "Footprints in the snow, in memory of Nyia Page" "ENFP, what are you?" FACES PLACES Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
ME: One should go on vacation to relax. Not me. I travel and take photos and engage strangers and... wipe out. My trip isn't going "as planned". But, then again, I had no plans! Other than to meet up and travel with Bryan while he was between semesters. Well, he had phone problems, has to work, visit family and... the day we did meet up, he got sick. Spent a few hours with him though and that was good. Now I'm in Perez where I've lived, have friends, hang out. Sound relaxing? I've run into many of my friends. I'm in the same hotel where they know me. Have eaten at Soda El Molino where they know me. Today, I went to the farmers' market... where they know me. Walked around the market and park... You-all get the idea. I should be relaxed! But mostly I'm worn out. Feel weak. I'll go to the doctor when I return to Montana. Yes, one should relax in Paradise. Wish I had enough get up and go to sit down, relax and enjoy it. 51.438 |